Over dinner today, while bemoaning the current state of my rooming situation, Carri inquired as to whether I'd realized that EVERY room I'd had at Bryn Mawr so far was horrible.
I attempted to disprove her theory, but realized, with a sinking sort of "ah, here we go, the world is against me!" sensation, that she was right. Behold.
Frosh year: I
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